At this point, Wen Lishu can only cooperate.

She silently withdrew her hand, directly held the nearest bottle of liquor, and then raised her head and poured it.

In the past, she drank more foreign wine and red wine, but like white wine, she hardly touched it.

Wen Lishu underestimated the stamina of baijiu a little, and when those high-level liquids poured into her mouth, her intestines felt uncomfortable as if they were burned by fire.

The first bottle of liquor, she relied on willpower to survive.

With great difficulty, she finished a bottle, and the empty bottle was put back on the table, and her hand shaking as she held the bottle.

Wen Lishu felt spicy and choked in his mouth, and his scalp was numb for a while, while Song Qiancheng, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, raised his hands and clapped his hands with a smile, and said cool words: "Not bad, come, keep the example." ”

The angry words didn't make her mood feel a little flustered, she didn't bother to argue with him, she just wanted to end this torture as soon as possible.

After a few swallowing movements, and after the spiciness in her mouth had dissipated a little, she silently grabbed another new bottle of wine.

It was a bottle of foreign wine, the kind that is expensive to die and expensive to die.

Wen Lishu was happy to see this, and he could taste this kind of wine after earning three million, which was actually not too bad.

Thinking about it made her feel a little better.

She looked up and drank again, a bottle that was quickly halfway over, then bottomed out, and then drank it all.

It's choking and spicy again, and the process is painful, but there is no way to interrupt it.

Wen Lishu drank bottle after bottle, and every sip made her hate wine.

And Song Qiancheng, who was opposite her, kept holding the wine glass and tasting it slowly, which was in obvious contrast with her booze, and he didn't see any unbearability.

When she drank the ninth bottle, Wen Lishu finally couldn't drink it anymore, it wasn't about being drunk or not, but because she drank so much wine at once, her stomach couldn't hold it.

She wanted to give up, but when she swept her eyes and saw the remaining dozen bottles of wine, she finally gritted her teeth and picked up another bottle.

Another empty bottle seemed to be stuck in the throat, and it only took a burp to spit it out.

Wen Lishu put the bottle down and didn't have the courage to drink it anymore.

But drinking all is a death mission given by Song Qiancheng, and she must carry it on.

In order to finish, Wen Lishu stood up from the chair and ran directly to the bathroom.

She took the most direct approach: inducing vomiting.

As long as the liquid in the stomach is spit out, a new liquor can be filled.

She stretched out her fingers and pressed them to her throat, and the full spat poured out, spitting out all the wine she had drunk.

The spicy drinks went in and out, and her throat was the most uncomfortable, as if a sharp knife was scraping desperately at her inner wall.

After spitting it out, she put her hands on the edge of the washbasin and looked up at herself in the mirror, feeling haggard.

She turned on the faucet and took a handful of cold water to wash her face.

At this time, Song Qiancheng's urging came from outside the door: "Are you dead inside, do you want to continue this business, if you don't want to, leave quickly, don't waste my time." ”

Under the urging, she didn't dare to rub it any longer, Wen Lishu pulled two paper towels on the wall, wiped the water droplets on her hands, and then patted her face with both hands, so that she could barely cheer up.

After tidying up a bit, she went out of the bathroom.

Song Qiancheng was already waiting impatiently outside, and as soon as she walked back to the bar, he said coldly: "Give you fifteen minutes, if you haven't drunk it all, this business won't count." ”